Krissy @BigFatFae@awoo.space

I sit in a special seat at work that's meant for extremely heavy people. Most chairs have a weight tolerance of around 250-300 pounds. I am not under 300 pounds. I actually still seem to damage these heavier chairs, and they sink so easily.

Computers are mystical machines. How does that even happen?

haha, this slow computer... I log into the server that stores the punch-ins remotely. I then have it print a file directly to my computer. I typed the filename as "timecard" and because I typed faster than the computer could handle, at the time, it came out as "Tiimimecard"

I'd really rather be thinking about kink thoughts~

Busy busy busy today. Got a lot of things to do, end of the pay period, need to input vacation/sick hours, several people aren't here today, may need to help out...

Good morning lovelies~

I remain the absolute champion of Duck Game.

I always enjoy setting up new things like this cause I can meet new people. It reminds me of when I first got onto twitter and it seemed really exciting. I still use it for now. We'll see how things go. I'd like for a decentralized service to take off, though. I'm cool with us just picking our mods on a smaller scale basis.

For real, though, Coffee is absolutely a part of my ritual to appear like a totally normal 'human being' and not a weird crazy introvert with scattered focus and a million odd interests. Not that any of you mind~

Coffee is like adult juice for me. It lets me do things that I otherwise don't have the focus to do. Like work. On tasks. That I'm supposed to be doing. Instead of posting on Mastadon about coffee. Shit

#fat #kink #unreality
Mood: Reality suddenly shifting out from under me, suddenly finding myself considerably larger than I remember. Fighting to remember which memories are from which reality, but everyone else seemingly unaffected, simply knowing I've always been such.

"Hey, Krissy, it's about time for your weekly weigh in!" my friends exclaim, helping me up and urging me forward, something once easy to do.

Is someone at fault for it? Who knows... It just IS now.

Posted to my twitter (bigfatfae there, too) earlier, and feel like it was well received enough to share here, too:

Radical hot take: Terrible events in one's life does not "make you strong". You were already strong. The trauma just forced you to prove it.

Other miscellania about me:
- I work as a payroll clerk!
- I probably have ADHD, but it's never been diagnosed
- I am trans, not currently on hormones
- I am out to my immediate family, but not to work/etc
- I am very fat, IRL, around 400 pounds.
- I love writing, but rarely actually do
- I love to RP, but lose focus easily
- I am heavily empathic
- I love studying the inner workings of kink-play and why people are into what they're into
- I myself am into fat and weight gain, plus other stuff

Hello! I'm Krissy. Some of you know me! That's great! Some of you will be reading about me for the first time. That's also great!

I am a furry, unashamedly, and participate in a lot of internet kink shenanigans. I play games, I chat, and spend most of my energy on a job I care little for.

My politics are extremely leftist, and I dislike almost everything about our current mainstream society. So I spend a lot of time with likeminded friends!

I live in the US, California
She/her pronouns
Myu!